Gou Dao Changsheng: Starting from the Reincarnation of a Demon Cultivator

Chapter 833 Yuan Jinchan's Ferocity, Human Puppet Technique

"Qingyangzi Fang Yi, are you really that confident?"
Such self-confidence?!

The joy on Chi Mingzi's face completely vanished, replaced by solemnity.

By using the power of the advanced magic treasure of the cave to disperse the Daoist rhyme of the universe, he completely sealed off the eight directions of Insect Mountain, making it impossible for him to retreat. How could Fang Yi possibly retreat?
Both originating from top sects of the Great Cloud Dynasty, the White Bone Sect and the Xuan Yang Mountain have a history of thousands of years, profound heritage, and know each other inside and out.

"Fang Yi, you want to fight me to the death? We are both sect leaders, but in a battle of medicine, I am far inferior to the one of poison. The Azure Blood Bodhi Branch and the Creation Banner are, at most, only equal to..."

How arrogant you are!

"Fellow Daoist, are you perhaps curious about where my Thousand Cocoon Urn is located?"

Chi Mingzi waved his sleeve, and a beam of spiritual light fell, disappearing into the deep grotto.

"Gulu."

The sound of viscous liquid churning filled the air, the earth shook violently, cracks appeared, and foul-smelling blood oozed out from the cracks.

"boom!"

The entire insect mountain collapsed, and amidst the flying sand and stones, a cave sculpted from yellow clay, with insect runes wriggling on its surface, slowly rose up.

"squeak!"

A large cocoon wrapped in silk threads stood tall in the center of the mud cave. As the cocoon throbbed like a heart, an aura filled with savage killing intent soared into the sky.

"What is this?!" Fang Yi's expression turned solemn, his hair stood on end, and a chilling sense of threat emanated from him. "It can actually pose a life-or-death crisis to me?!"

Behind him, the Void Realm's Withering and Flourishing Banner was raised, and five-colored spiritual light—blue, black, white, red, and yellow—swept down. The five elements of Daoist rhythm circulated within the blessed land, and a wisp of mysterious spiritual light descended, transforming into silk-like clouds.

"Fang Yi, you certainly have a good eye." Chi Mingzi waded into the insect cave, his face filled with fascination, his hand gently caressing the cocoon. "Have you ever heard of the Yuan Jin Cicada from the Heavenly and Earthly Wonders List?"

"Yuan Jin Chan, ranked thirty-ninth on the list of wondrous insects of heaven and earth?"
No wonder, so many of your supernatural powers and secret techniques are related to the Golden Cicada.”

Fang Yi's expression brightened. When they fought in Jiuquanyuan, he had already guessed that Chi Mingzi had obtained the complete remains of the Yuan Jinchan and now had the eggs in his hands. It was truly an enviable opportunity.

"The list of strange insects in the world records 108 kinds of strange insects. The Yuan Jin Chan can be ranked thirty-ninth. Even a Nascent Soul True Monarch would be tempted by it."

Chi Mingzi, you have a fortunate opportunity and good luck; this is also a very powerful method for raising insects.
However, although these golden cicada eggs are nourished by blood and flesh, they are still quite far from hatching.

"Fang Yi, you have such a sharp eye." Looking at Fang Yi's composed demeanor, Chi Mingzi felt a sense of unease. Then, his gaze swept over the large cocoon and the insect eggs that looked like colorful golden light, and his face showed reminiscence.

"The Yuan Golden Cicada is an ancient and exotic insect. Its larvae are extremely picky about the concentration of spiritual energy, the source of food, and even the ratio of the juices they consume."

"First, there was the first-tier Azure Rice Juice researched by Grand Master Guang Sheng; then came the second-tier Jade Branch Wood left behind by the Azure Wood Sect; and finally..."

Chi Mingzi's gaze was deep and he spoke in a deep voice. "The Sweet Pear Tree in Fellow Daoist Qingyang's possession also came at a considerable cost. He exchanged it for three Sweet Pear Leaves from Biyue Pavilion, and in the end, only the Green Rice and Three-Colored Rice were of any use."

Fortunately, hard work pays off, and I discovered that the Spiritual Healer's Flesh and Blood Scripture, refined with medicinal properties, can serve as a breeding ground for cultivating the Yuan Golden Cicada.

"For this superior cradle, I bestowed upon the previous successor of the Biyue Pavilion's lineage a considerable opportunity."

He paused, and the greed in his eyes intensified.

"It's a pity she's useless. Even with my help, she can only barely step into the path of a mid-grade third-level spiritual healer."

Fang Yi, do you know how overjoyed we were when we saw you had the potential to break through to the upper-level third rank of the Spiritual Healing Path at Nine Springs Mountain?

Chi Mingzi used his palm as a knife, and with a single slash, the large cocoon shattered.

"Squeak! Squeak! Squeak!" One by one, the insect eggs broke open, and dark golden legs emerged, devouring the eggs in an instant.

"Cicada, come here!"

With a flick of his wrist, the fist-sized golden cicada transformed into a dark golden aura, merging into his flesh and blood, becoming one with him.

"Silla!"

His robes tore open, and insect wings as thin as cicada wings sprouted from his back. Dark golden light emanated from Chi Mingzi's skin, and a surge of blood energy rose into the sky, unleashing an aura no weaker than that of a third-tier body-refining cultivator.

He reached out and grabbed, and the yellow clay urn transformed into turbid mud waves that covered his body, evolving into a suit of battle armor.

"Zheng!"

The dark gold Golden Cicada Slash, seven-tenths of the Moon Blade, revolved around him.

"Fang Yi, let's see how good this [Golden Cicada Transformation] inheritance I've obtained is."

"Golden Cicada Transformation?"

A commendable legacy.

Fang Yi watched as Chi Mingzi donned his battle armor, his aura gradually rising, surrounded by a colorful miasma, without feeling joy or sorrow.

"Fellow Daoist Chi Ming, are you fully prepared?"

"Hmm?" Chi Mingzi frowned slightly and snorted coldly. "An ungrateful wretch!"

"Wow!"

With its thin, cicada-wing-like golden wings fluttering, the crimson cultivator transformed into a blur, instantly appearing behind Fang Yi. The Yin Soul White Bone Sword in his hand pierced towards his dantian, while two dark gold poisonous blades slashed towards his head and neck, respectively.

Chi Mingzi watched as the Yin Soul White Bone Sword emitted a cold light and continued to advance, approaching his dantian.

One foot.
七尺
Three feet
One foot.
"clang!"

The azure blade flashed and disappeared in an instant, revealing an extremely pure and refined intent to kill.

"Zheng!"

The sound of metal clashing rang out, sparks flying, and the Xuan Yin Soul-Slaying Blade parried the Yin Soul White Bone Sword.

"A weapon of destruction?!"

Chi Mingzi was startled. Immediately, his divine sense surged, and two dark gold insect blades, exhaling miasma, slashed down.

How are you going to dodge this attack?!

"Wow!"

Withered yellow magic power surged and withered Daoist charm flowed, and a seven-foot-long dark sword was condensed in his hand. Fang Yi reached out and stirred up a chilling aura.

"By imperial decree, summon the Three Yin God-Slaying Sword!"

"Keng!"

"Keng!"

The ancient longsword, brimming with killing intent, cleaved open two golden cicada slashes.

"Ok?"

Behind him, cicada wings fluttered and vanished in an instant. Dark golden light flowed, and his crimson robes billowed. Chi Mingzi reappeared a hundred feet away.

He stared at the Xuan Yin Soul-Slaying Blade and the Three Yin God-Slaying Sword, his expression solemn, a strange feeling rising in his heart.

"A treasure powerful enough to stop the Yin Soul White Bone Sword, and a fully-developed demonic killing technique. How can Fang Yi be more like a true demonic cultivator than I am?"

"Qingyangzi, who exactly are you!"

There is certainly no such top-tier supernatural power or magical restriction inheritance in Xuan Yang Mountain. Even in the Great Cloud Realm, there is no inheritance of treasures for killing and destruction.”

"A spy of the Blood Fiend Sect of the Great Yu Demonic Path?"
wrong! "

"Fellow Daoist Chi Mingzi, at this point, what's the point of investigating who I am?"

Fang Yi's robes fluttered as he made a grasping motion with his five fingers. Azure and yellow spiritual light flowed, and the Daoist rhythm of the changing seasons and the withering and flourishing of plants and trees was added as he unleashed the Azure Blood Bodhi Branch.

The branches, whose brilliance had dimmed, now possessed an even greater power.

"go with!"

A fleeting cyan afterimage transformed into a hundred-wood cyan lotus whip, striking down towards Chi Mingzi's head.

"The Way of Withering and Flourishing?"
Isn't this the way of wood's growth?

Chi Mingzi's face was so dark it seemed about to drip water, a growing unease in his heart, and his hoarse words were like those of a vulture.
"Demonic cultivation techniques, the path of withering and flourishing!"

"Qingyangzi, is anything you show outwardly genuine?"

"Wow!"

The gilded cicada wings on his back vibrated, his aura receded, he broke free from the lock, and vanished in an instant as a phantom.

"boom!"

The whip struck the insect mountain, causing the earth to shake and the ancient trees, rocks, and poisonous insects to turn to dust.

A flash of dark gold light disappeared in an instant, and Chi Mingzi appeared a thousand feet away with a solemn expression.

Immediately, he murmured something.

"The Way of Life, Death, Withering and Flourishing—Qingyangzi has obtained the most fundamental inheritance of the Qingmu Palace, the Book of Withering and Flourishing?" "The Book of Withering and Flourishing?"

Fang Yi's eyes darkened. The White Bone Sect had a history of over a thousand years, and its founding date was almost the same as the destruction date of the Green Wood Palace.

Furthermore, the sect's two major lineages, Crimson Face and White Bone, are skilled at excavating cultivators' graves and collecting spiritual bones.

It is normal if there are any hidden secrets not recorded in the Xuan Yang Mountain records.

'Nine Wounds repeatedly transmitted their voices, confirming that the cultivation of the Deer Demon Child of Sudu Mountain was fundamentally related to the Green Wood Palace, the Book of Withered Glory, and the White Bone Sect…'

As the clues were connected, a hint of joy appeared in Fang Yi's eyes. Although the Scripture of Life, Death and Prosperity was profound and vast, he had only obtained a fragment, and reaching the peak of Core Formation was already his limit.

'I will try to complete it with the Dao of Yi Wood contained in the Xuan Tian Ling Teng.'

However, the Sutra of Life, Death and Prosperity is profound and contains the insights of practitioners over tens of thousands of years, including Nascent Soul True Monarchs and even Divine Transformation Ancestors.

Receiving the complete inheritance would be enough to completely transform me.

"Ok?"

Seeing Fang Yi remain silent, Chi Mingzi flapped his wings, and layers of golden ripples spread out.

Until it was shattered by the chaotic silver light of the universe a hundred miles away.

Half an hour?
This terrifyingly powerful cosmic silver light will only last for half an hour at most before completely dissipating…

"Buzz!"

With a flap of his cicada wings on his back, Chi Mingzi split into three, turning into three afterimages, and he sneered inwardly.

No matter how strong Fang Yi's methods are, or how fierce his killing abilities are, the fact that he didn't display them in the battle in the Nine Springs only proves one thing!
He didn't want the cultivators of Xuan Yang Mountain to know that this weapon of slaughter was a top-tier divine power.

There must be some hidden reason that doesn't make sense. Fang Yi is most likely a spy for the Nascent Soul sect of the Great Yu!
'He combines the Cicada Escape Technique with the Qi Locking Technique, and both are at the level of a True Master.'

The art of healing lies in restoring health; stalling for half an hour is not difficult. No matter how strong Fang Yi is, he is still just a sect leader...

If things reverse course then, and we join forces with Yuanhai, we'll surely take Fang Yi's life. I only need his natal medicinal energy; I'll give him the rest of his top-grade magic treasures and even his entire body.

Moreover, the descendants of Qingmu Palace and the Deer Demon of Sudu Mountain are both collecting and supplementing the Book of Withering and Flourishing.

There is evidence that Fang Yi cultivated immortality and refined the Withered Flourishing Golden Core, enough to attract the attention of those old monsters...

With at least three Grandmasters involved, Fang Yi would have no chance of survival!

With his left hand forming the Qi-gathering seal within his sleeve, Chi Mingzi continuously absorbed wisps of energy, cultivating and condensing a green-yellow pearl whose Daoist aura was faintly visible.

In his right sleeve, a recording stone was activated, revealing the Three Yin God-Slaying Sword battling the Golden Cicada Slash, the Profound Yin Soul-Slaying Blade contending with the Yin Soul White Bone Sword with the power of the Six Paths Treasure Restriction, which was subtly gaining the upper hand, and the various strange phenomena arising from the alternation of the Dao of Withering and Flourishing...

These are all sharp blades that he could use to pin Fang Yi down after he escapes!

"It seems that Fellow Daoist Chi Mingzi already knows that this place cannot hold you for long..."

Fang Yi stretched his muscles and bones, and the robes he wore, which depicted mountains and rivers transforming into peaks, fluttered loudly.

Accompanied by the sound of surging magical power, the vast Daoist rhythm of life and death filled the world.

Chi Mingzi frowned slightly, a sense of unease rising in his heart. "As fellow sect leaders, I am certain that you are superior."

But so what?

A purifying talisman appeared on his soul, suppressing the unease in his heart. His magical power accumulated, and the three figures were intertwined, their auras identical.

"Fang Yi, if you are willing to retreat now, I can forgive and forget what happened. I will swear a great oath to protect your secret..."

"Then I must thank you for your kindness, fellow Daoist..."

Fang Yi slightly raised his five fingers, his magic power condensed, and runes were drawn, transforming into a green and yellow wooden seal.

"Minor Withered Seal, fall!"

"Ok?"

Chi Mingzi sneered repeatedly as three figures crisscrossed each other.

"Back when my White Bone Shadow Transformation Technique was still at the Three Shadows Realm, I was able to retreat from Yu Yuanzi's hands."

Qingyangzi, you are far too arrogant!

Do you really think that just because you've obtained the Qingmu Palace's lineage, you can act with impunity?

"Noisy!"

Fang Yi frowned, a blue light appearing in his eyes. He instantly locked onto the illusory figure on the left. The Life and Death Scripture was best at detecting auras, and even a Great Master could not hide it from him.

Moreover, what about Chi Mingzi's Shadow Transformation Technique?

"If Yu Yuanzi cannot discover it, then neither can I?"

Chi Mingzi sneered. Even Yu Yuanzi and the cultivators of the Dayu Su Nu Sect did not believe it back then.

In the end, he gained nothing and easily escaped.

"joke!
Fang Yi, do you really think you're stronger than the sect leader?

With a wave of his sleeve, the Little Withered Seal's light surged by three-tenths, pressing down on the illusory figure on the left.

"boom!"

A dull thud echoed, and feeling the backlash from the yellow mud armor on his body, Chi Mingzi felt a dull pain in his chest and his face turned pale.

"How did you find out!"

He suddenly became ruthless, his fingertips forming a magic seal, his mouth chanting an ancient verse, his figure splitting into three, and then into nine.

Nine identical figures of Chi Mingzi, with identical robes and even identical hair tips, appeared.

"Qingyangzi, my Nine Shadows Secret Technique, again..."

"boom!"

Another small withered seal was struck, concentrating on Chi Mingzi's body in his incredulous gaze.

"Cough! Cough!"

His chest heaved, and he spat out a mouthful of blood mist, his life force plummeting to its lowest point.

"So you couldn't hide it from me?"

No wonder you had such intentions, traveling thousands of miles to take my life.

"Is it a magical artifact? Or a legacy?"
Or is it my life?

Seeing that Fang Yi showed no joy or sorrow and said nothing, he simply used the Lesser Withered Seal to strike.

His eyes were dark, his robes were billowing, and his sinister face exuded a desperate, all-or-nothing aura.

"Let me see how much you, Fang Yi, have to pay to take me down!"

"Fellow Daoist Chi Ming, have you stalled for enough time?"

Fang Yi's gaze turned cold, and he spoke in a low voice.

"I would be grateful for your assistance, Senior Brother Gu."

"Roar!"

Accompanied by a majestic roar, a golden-armored lion with a lithe and perfectly slender body, its mane swaying, gracefully stepped forward.

"Sir, you're too kind. We're one family; there's no need for such formalities..."

A fierce and savage demonic aura, carrying a strong murderous intent, swept over us.

"Desolate dragon!"
The top genius of Sudu Mountain, the Desolate Dragon Demon King who has condensed his Golden Core, calls Fang Yi "Master?"

Chi Mingzi's pupils shrank to the size of pinpoints, a chill ran down his spine, and he muttered to himself.

"What exactly is Qingyangzi's background?"

Fang Yi extended his long fingers, and invisible threads condensed and shot out, striking Gu Jiushang's acupoints throughout his body.

"Fellow Daoist Chi Ming's mastery of poison is truly astonishing. I, Fang, am also skilled in a particular art."

Please offer your corrections, fellow Daoist.

"Imperial Edict!"

Puppet Master: The String Technique!

(End of this chapter)